Have you ever had a dream that you knew could never be? The kind where the "present" and the "future" worked great, but the reality of the fact that there was never a "beginning" lingered? And even when you've dreamed and dreamed to come up with ways to make it start, you realize that there's no logical way it could. Nothing but a silly dream. Worthless. Worthless thinking. Worthless dreaming. Wasteful, wasteful thinking.
I used to do that all the time.
I used to dream of you often. It was comfortable and pleasant. In my dreams I was your lady, your lover, your friend. I knew it could never be. Unrealistic in reality. Just dreaming, but it helped to have a dream. Silly me.
Sometimes I miss that place when you were always there. A kind word. A listening ear. The quiet moments we used to share. Sometimes I miss your unreachable warmth, and your sweet, unsmellable smell. Then I remind myself not to be foolish. Don't get caught in that spell. Silly me.
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Silly You!
SUDDEN DREAM
I saw the rain rolling off the petals of a flower and my thoughts wandered off as a dream in mid-day. I quested to know if her lips were also soft and moist, as a flower in the rain?
Does she stroll through the rain, letting her head lay back so the little drops of dew roll across her lips, like the flower lifting its face to the heavens so it may find life?
When her lips thirst, will she return to my well, that I may quench the longing in her soul?
Of what, desert must she cross to draw from my fountain - will she let her lips grow parched in search of another? Does she know that my love would be like balm upon her lips and moisture to her soul? That I would remove her from the desert and place her in Eden - that I would lay her upon a soft bed, in a cool place and bathe her lips with my words.
Softly, I would put my lips to hers and speak kindly, little words. I would dress her lips in a bouquet of kisses - But lo'... I should dream no more! For alas, it is another who has bathed her lips ... though I have been spared the sight. For what reason, do I chance, to tempt myself further - when not even my name has ever crossed her lips, though I long to hear her gentle voice speak it. When we're apart, do my words pass her lips, or has my pen failed to keep me in her thoughts?
Does she dare her mind to think of me or does she banish me to a far away place?
I must rest from my thoughts, I'll dream no more of her today, lest, I despise even the gift GOD has given me.
- By John Thomas
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